Deficiency
Flexibility of my print
Instability of a firm objective
Enamored by the mood thus sent
Could not decree my soul deflective.
Preconception designed for illness,
Hovering circumstances fixed
Longing to make well the stillness
And discard this faithless bother immixed.
Considered informed so much as insightful
I credit deficiency to lonesomeness frightful.
Directly the detriment does dismount
Just as was envisioned
And I am earning my just case,
As is quite honestly provisioned.
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